TRIGGER WARNING ⚠️- mention of suicide , domestic abuse, eating disorders and self harm. John and Sherlock are working a case when Sherlock gets shot. He is not majorly injured, but It required that John looks at his medical records. He quickly realizes that Sherlock had 5 suicide attempts in the past years. As John and Sherlock admit their feelings for each other, John learns how deep Sherlocks mental problems run. John knows he cannot magically make Sherlock better, but is determined to try to be there for him. Will he be able to? Completed. 87k words with a sequel in progress

Sherlock Holmes is a teen with a curse. Well, not exactly a curse- in fact, some call it a gift. His mind automatically analyzes any item or scene in front of him, unwelcome words popping into his sight and providing him with information he doesn't need. However, his pain and problems are lessened when he meets John Watson, a guy with a past that could bring nightmares to any reasonable person. Together, they grow close while sipping steaming cups of tea in a local cafe- and also by working together to solve the brutal murder of a peer.

"Do you know what I would love love love to read?? A super Christmas-y Johnlock. Several years have passed since Sherlock and John shared a flat together and it's been years since they've even spoken. When they were living together, they loved each other desperately (unknown to the other one--they always thought their love was unreturned), but once they moved apart they convinced themselves it was only a phase. When Mrs Hudson invites everyone (Molly, Mycroft, Lestrade, Anderson, Moriarty? Etc.) to her home for the holidays, John and Sherlock are overwhelmed when they realize that they're still desperately in love. Super fluffy and angsty and holiday-y and cute. Maybe they're also forced to room together? Johnlock with slight Mystrade :) This would absolutely make my day ^·^ HAPPY HOLIDAYS" -@the_flying_ostrich

Mycroft Holmes is your typical boy-genius: he attends the prestigious Westminster School in central London, has no question that any university will accept him, and, well, is more than a little bit lonely. That is, until football fanatic Greg Lestrade shows up in his life, turning Mycroft's world into the most chaotic, confusing, wonderful thing he could imagine. As Mycroft juggles newfound feelings, his grump of a younger sibling, and the sheer hatred his peers pay him, he begins to find out that maybe, despite his genius, he doesn't exactly know everything after all.

John is devastated by his best friend and secret love, Sherlock's death. He copes by visiting his grave every day for sixty days. Will this be closure enough, or will John need more to know that Sherlock has heard his words?

Going on a school trip into the mountains for a month sounds simple enough. But when John meets his cabin roommate, Sherlock Holmes, a leisurely vacation soon turns into a hectic summer. [Rated Mature for smut scenes, language, ideologically sensitive material, and alcohol consumption] =△▽△▽△= Cabinmates now has a sequel called Exmates! Be sure to check it out after reading this~

John's never had a patient quite as broken as Sherlock Homes. Or as ignorant of the fact that he is, indeed, broken. He speaks rarely, and when he does it's this torrential flow of insults and hurt memories and sadness. He speaks like he doesn't know that he's broken yet, like he thinks he's fine, and superior to everyone else in the room. Maybe he is. John doesn't know. Maybe he's not as beautiful, and clever, and graceful as he believes. Maybe he isn't some kind of ethereal creature that John has had the honour of beholding. Maybe he's just broken. And useless. And alone. John doesn't think so. John thinks he's everything, broken man and all. * Sherlock's never done anything quite like dancing. When he was there, wood springing under his feet, soft and warm and secure, he was happy. Sure. But he didn't know then that he'd give anything to be able to dance again. To have the pain of crushed toes, blisters, aching and biting all the fucking time. He didn't know he'd miss it like he misses breathing. But he does. Sherlock forgets to breathe, sometimes.

Meet Sherlock Holmes- a 15 year old sociopath; arrogant, tactless, rejected, but enjoys a life of solitude and deducing. Meet John Watson- a 15 year old footballer; quiet, popular, caring, but endures a life of isolation and oppression. A transfer from a state school, John pushes open the door of Room 22 to find the most crucial part of his life he never knew existed; a teenage boy with the mind of a philosopher, who just so happens to be able to precisely analyse every detail of John's life, whilst being able to piss everyone else off at the exact same time.

(Sequel to 'Beside You- A Johnlock Fanfiction') Now, finally reunited and married, the consulting detective takes his blogger for a honeymoon in Paris- but not is all as it seems, because awaiting amongst the enchanting sights and blissful haze is a figure from the past, who has news of a new nemesis who wishes to topple their newfound paradise in search of bloodthirsty revenge. To top things off, the new couple begin to wonder how thin is the line between the future and the past when a strange midnight incident occurs at Saint-Michel, triggering a new, shattering string of events- and buried memories. Some of which should have remained buried for much longer... (Inspired by the song 'Between The Raindrops' by Lighthouse and Natasha Bedingfield. Contains major fluff.)

Sherlock is not an expert in love. He had never known any sort of affection before...but when he arrives at Baskerville University, he meets John--this blue-eyed boy, this rugby player, this new roommate. They get along well, and when Sherlock begins to receive mysterious notes from an anonymous source, John teams up with him to solve the crimes being committed. Along the way, Sherlock does find love...but what he doesn't know is that his love is evanescent. ((Cover creds go to @meglet713))